Pretty Tied Up, Hangin Upside Down

Trying to get a little air, Malice heads to the park Thursday morning to write a little. Finds a nice bench by the tennis courts, gets out his papers and legal pads. Turns out that white paper and yellow paper are both highly reflective of direct sunlight. 20 minutes in, he's nearly blind. Then a bee starts buzzing around him...

Malice abruptly picks up his things. "You win, mother nature." Heads back inside.


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Big Thursday night conference call got pushed to Friday afternoon, 3pm EST.

Must admit to the momentary feeling of relief. But of course, it's just pressure postponed.

After the call, I'll have to submit a supplementary document related to that project.

And there's another document for another project that I need to turn in before Friday ends and the long weekend begins.

And there are now TWO new projects that my reps would like me to consider going out for. In addition to all these other waterfalls that I'm chasing.

Is it getting hot in here...?

I just need to make it to the end of Friday. So much to do before I can afford to sleep...

Crawling up the Walls

The world does not exist this week. Just me and the work I've got to do.

Wednesday. Slept so much last night. Don't know the last time I had so many consecutive hours of sleep. Now it's Wednesday and there are two projects I'm focusing on.

Tomorrow night's the big conference call for one of them. God help us all...

Jimmy Kimmel goes rogue!

Hanging by Threads

All right, New York, you heartless excuse for a city. I don't like you and you don't like me, but we are going to get things done this week, aren't we?

Aren't we.

My faithless prayer for Monday is that nobody contacts me. Reps, producers. Unless someone's calling with brilliant news, I would just like radio silence for Monday. I know I've got work to do. Nobody understands this better than I do.